Within the mind there rises a temple—
no walls, no roof,
only stillness shaped by thought.
Here, loved ones wander softly,
their steps leaving no trace,
their words unspoken yet understood.
The air is made of memory and mercy,
the light, a kindness that needs no source.
Together they walk through open doors
that lead nowhere and everywhere,
their silence a shared prayer
beyond time, beyond loss.
In this temple of the mind,
enlightenment is not found—
it is remembered.
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